A scream from the Yang God Han Zongbu came from the sky, echoing for a long time.

This sword contains the wrath of the dragon. It arose because of the great fire and sky. The water and fire have not yet subdued it. The sword has no regrets and finally cuts out the power of the god-killing god.

Han Zongbu was so shocked that he fled in a hurry, and finally passed by the sword energy.

This sword exceeded my own abilities. It not only overdrawed the Dragon Spirit, but also overwhelmed the Qingzhuo Sword.

The Qingzhuo Sword quietly turned into dust, and at this moment, there was really only one hilt left in my hand.

I once said that it is the sword that is there, and the sword that is destroyed and the person is killed.

At this moment, my man is still alive, but Qingzhuo Jian has left me.

A gentleman works hard all day long, and he is as vigilant as he is. The sword is destroyed because I violated the way of a gentleman.

This sword reveals too many mysteries of heaven and earth. There is no blame for the dragon, fire and heaven are great, and water and fire are not good. These are the real secrets of heaven.

Nine out of ten people who are not sure about divination.

But my sword contains three hexagrams, all of which come true.

Therefore, if the sword is released, it will be destroyed. If the sword is not destroyed, it is my person who will be destroyed.

Because this is a sword that should not exist in the world, at least with my current sword cultivation, I can't use such sword skills at all.

No one noticed that the Qingzhuo sword had been destroyed. They were just shocked by my sword and scared Han Zongbu away.

"Is he dead?" Liu Qingyi murmured.

"No, Qin Jue's sword energy only seriously injured his Yang Shen. As long as Han Zongbu is safe, he can still recast the Yang Shen, but it will take a long time to wait for a long time." Li Xuanwu said lightly.

Li Xuanwu is right, my sword is not enough to kill Han Zongbu.

Unless I am willing to let Dragon Spirit be buried with him, I will activate the power of this sword to the extreme.

And even if I really do this, I may not be able to kill Han Zongbu.

Because Qingzhuo Sword is a soldier on earth after all, and cannot bear such a vast murderous intent.

After slashing out this sword, the Qingzhuo sword turned into Gengjin and dissipated, and the dragon spirit was broken. It was entirely dependent on the innate yin and yang energy to survive and escape into the abyss of the sea of ​​consciousness.

After this, I will be unable to draw the sword again for a long time, nor can I use the dragon qi again.

Just after passing Yizhe, this sword not only overdrawed the Dragon Spirit, but also destroyed my sword skills.

If you don’t kill the enemy, you will hurt yourself.

It is already a blessing for me to survive.

The destruction of the Qingzhuo Sword means that the sword path that belongs to me has come to an abrupt end. There is no sword in my hand and no sword in my heart.

The sword intent is vague, and every bit of sword intent is precious. It depends entirely on the understanding between life and death. When I gather my sword intent again, I don’t know what year or month I will have to wait for, and how many life and death battles will be experienced.

Only with murderous intent can one have sword intent, and only with sword intent can one have rules.

Before this, I had learned two sword techniques, and sneaked into the dragon and saw the dragon's anger.

Today, this sword should be the third sword. I named it Jian Chu Wuhui because this sword saved Zhang Qingzhuo.

I put away the broken hilt of the sword and squatted down to check the wounds for Zhang Qingzhuo.

The fire filled the sky with fire, and also overdrawed Zhang Qingzhuo's Feng Ling. The blood soaked her body, and the sea of ​​fire was left with only a faint beating flame, just like her vitality that was about to wither.

I held her unconscious and pressed my face against her chest to listen to her heartbeat.

The heart beats slightly, like a candle that is extinguished at any time.

"A Qing..."

I don’t care if the sword path is destroyed, and I have no regrets even if the dragon spirit never comes out. But if Zhang Qingzhuo is gone in the world, I don’t know what the meaning of living alone is.

Loving one person is like loving one world.

Li Xuanwu looked at me from the side, opened his mouth to say something, and finally handed me a bottle of elixir.

"Snow Lotus Heart Protection Pill, please give it to Junior Brother Zhang."

I reached out to take it, poured out a piece and put it into Zhang Qingzhuo's mouth.

The elixir melted immediately when it entered his mouth, but Zhang Qingzhuo was still unconscious. His breath seemed to be there and there was nothing.

"Senior Brother Li, Miss Liu, can you avoid it?" I looked up at the two of them and asked.

"What are you going to do?" Li Xuanwu asked.

"Let's go, no matter what Qin Jue wants to do, it's all about saving her." Liu Qingyi said.

Li Xuanwu glanced at me deeply and left with a sigh.

When the two of them walked away, I gently took off the bloody clothes on Zhang Qingzhuo.

The bloody clothes were thick and completely soaked. They were tightly attached to her delicate and white skin.

There are cracks and burns from lightning, which is shocking to see.

I also had the Ningbi Pill that Xie Liunian gave me, and I gently crushed it on my fingertips to apply it to the wound.

The clothes on his chest were removed, and the jade mountain was stained with blood.

This is the most intriguing treasure in the world, but now it is as fragile as glass.

After all, I didn't dare to take off her clothes. I helped her sit up and began to observe the flames of Phoenix Totem on her snow back.

The snow-white scars were covered with scars, and the phoenix broke its wings, and the fire of Nirvana seemed to be extinguished at any time.

The tattoo has disappeared once, but now it has reappeared with the awakening of Zhang Qingzhuo Yuanfeng's bloodline. The flamed phoenix represents the phoenix spirit. You can guess how tragic her phoenix spirit is broken.

I bit my fingertips and used my true yang blood to re-outline the flame phoenix totem on her back little by little.

After painting the phoenix, draw the fire of Nirvana.

When I repaired the flame phoenix tattoo on Zhang Qingzhuo's back, my body was extremely weak.

Yang Feng represents vitality. Yin Feng represents destruction.

Therefore, the Yang Feng can turn into a flaming phoenix on its skin, but the Yin Feng can only be hidden deep in her soul.

Like a shadow under the light.

I repaired the flaming phoenix tattoo representing Yang Feng with the True Yang Torch, which was equivalent to sending my life to her.

I'll give all I can.

Qingzhuo's sword was shattered because of her. The sword was destroyed because of her. I returned all the cause and effect about her.

At this point, Ze Feng Da Guo Gua is fulfilled. If it is over, it will be destroyed. If it is evil, there will be no fault.

After tidying up Zhang Qingzhuo, I put her flat on the ground, and then I stood up from the ground and greeted Li Xuanwu and Liu Qingyi.

"Qin Jue, how was Junior Brother Zhang injured?" Li Xuanwu asked with concern.

"Life is not hindered."

"When will she wake up?"

"I can't wake up here. If I'm not doing it wrong, I have to wait until she returns to the Temple of Xuande before she can wake up."

"Then I'll take Junior Brother Zhang away now?" Li Xuanwu asked.

"Yeah, go." I nodded and said.

Li Xuanwu picked up Zhang Qingzhuo and walked around the road, while Liu Qingyi was still standing there.

"You go out with them, too." I said to her.

"I want to stay and accompany you to see Lord Song." Liu Qingyi said.

"If you can't enter the sixth floor tomb palace, you will definitely die when you go in. Go and leave with them."

"Qin Jue..."

"Sometimes sacrifice means courage. But meaningless sacrifice is meaningless. You have already paid enough. The sixth floor tomb palace is really not suitable for you. There is no chance in it. There is only a killing disaster."

"...Precaution." Liu Qingyi looked at me silently for a while and said.

Seeing her get off the ladder and catch up with Li Xuanwu.

Actually, I really want to ask her what Mr. Song has to do with me, but in the end I finally resisted and asked.

I sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate my breathing, and waited for them to leave the tomb palace. I walked to the altar again.

The Xiyi Realm has been destroyed, and the ladder is undoubtedly peaceful when walking on this ladder.

I didn't take much effort to climb to the top of the mountain. There was a cliff opposite the altar of the Fengshen. At this moment, my people were standing on the edge of the cliff.

Standing on top and looking down, the underworld is vast and unstoppable.

Everyone thought that the tomb palace had only five floors, and the altar of the gods was transformed into a corpse, representing the opportunity of Yunzhuan.

Only Liu Qingyi and I knew that the tomb palace had a sixth floor, and the entrance was hidden under this cliff.

When the wind blows, a gentleman is independent and fearless.

At this moment, I was finally the only one left. Looking at the dark abyss under the cliff, I stood silently for a moment and jumped down...
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